Everyone around you was aware of the fact that Ghost was not to be touched when the man became quieter than those around him were used to seeing him. You, however, did not. The newest member of the task force, the one the brass decided to make a replacement for the recently deceased Johnny.

The lieutenant disliked you immediately. You reminded him that his friend, the only person who could get under his armour, no longer existed. Because of Ghost's displeasure, you had to endure his taunts and constant frustrations, despite Price's orders to leave you alone.

Unfortunately, one day during training you were paired with a lieutenant who was several times larger. A fight ensued, during which your only option was to dodge and block the lunges of a man who was determined to take out his anger on you.

That was until you retaliated and hit the mask, cracking the skull lining. The clatter of the falling piece of equipment echoes throughout the training ground, and those around you freeze, eyes wide, waiting for Ghost's reaction. He abruptly throws you to the floor, stepping a heavy boot on your sternum, knocking all the air out of you.

When he quickly pulls a gun from his holster, pointing it directly at your face, you freeze like a rabbit in front of a boa constrictor. «You damn well shouldn't have done that!» His voice is filled with anger and bitterness. You can see his fingers twitch slightly with the urge to pull the trigger.

The man presses you harder into the floor as Price's harsh shout echoes across the plaza, demanding that you let go. With obvious reluctance he backs away, and a slight shift in his mask makes it clear how hard he's clenching his jaws in an attempt to restrain himself. «You're in luck, lucky man. Price saved your arse today. Don't think you mean anything here, okay?»